Beautiful Poem
by Alexis Pena (Goco)
(from Timeless Voices by Howard Ely)
When I was alive I used to be like you
today I am the Brain inside your skull
thoughtfully bonded with you and carefully determined

I imagined we would never cease
that our anatomic union would always burn a flame
and our new day would come
before any external commission of
existential self-respect

That new day never came and it seems
you have bridged your self-respect
to someone else and not me

Now I am still here very much alive in your head
always available for you
paradox as your head voice

Since I left I notice that you are happier
now autonomously whole
but I know that you will always be
the person I knew in this life
in my existence
where there is a fine line between
autonomy and calypso

Unseasoned Matter

Unseasoned Matter

by Alexis Pena (Goco)

And even the media, broadcast

overtones fortelling my identity;

Enchanted my thoughts

about brothers, or sisters,

twins, or both, and a guttural certitude

that the condition of being myself,

summoned the evidence,

primitive and foretoken -

boded ill for imitation. 

Departure: Since you care enough,

common people given praise

to your self interest,

or do they?, that you leased

your blood to someone elses

residence and leased your future

into someone elses hands;

a child is the counterpart

to the parents' spirit - to relieve them 

from the fear of the unknown and

reveal to them the secrets of life - 

instead your resentful conceit

and reduced, idle existense;

a lewd portrayal of affection

bordering equivalence to cheap diapers;

In expectation, I am forever insulted.